[Wysteria pops up, sudden as a cat with its tail being trod on (complete with startled squawk).
And then she is falling in on Ellis where he has stuttered to a halt just there in the doorway, all fluttering and fussing as she stuffs her pen back into the twist of her hair and rescues the pastry box and its string from his hands.]
There you are. Honestly, sir - you are quite late. Mr. Stark arrived ages ago and us without anything to go along with the chicory. It's rather bitter on its own, you know, but with a bit of cinnamon— oh yes, I see. These are precisely what I was hoping you'd be able to find. Well done, Mr. Ellis. Very well done indeed. You must tell me what I owe you for the favor. But don't just stand there. Pick up the larges pieces of that plate and then come sit down and I'll prepare you a cup.
Now, Mr. Stark. I believe you were explaining the reasoning behind the adjustment of your name, were you not? [A pause. Wysteria squints critically at Ellis around the box.] How well acquainted are you with the Provost?
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And then she is falling in on Ellis where he has stuttered to a halt just there in the doorway, all fluttering and fussing as she stuffs her pen back into the twist of her hair and rescues the pastry box and its string from his hands.]
There you are. Honestly, sir - you are quite late. Mr. Stark arrived ages ago and us without anything to go along with the chicory. It's rather bitter on its own, you know, but with a bit of cinnamon— oh yes, I see. These are precisely what I was hoping you'd be able to find. Well done, Mr. Ellis. Very well done indeed. You must tell me what I owe you for the favor. But don't just stand there. Pick up the larges pieces of that plate and then come sit down and I'll prepare you a cup.
Now, Mr. Stark. I believe you were explaining the reasoning behind the adjustment of your name, were you not? [A pause. Wysteria squints critically at Ellis around the box.] How well acquainted are you with the Provost?